Chapter 690: Chapter 463 You Did It on Purpose (3rd Update)
(Owing the third update for a month, making up for it. Tomorrow will continue with three updates to repay the debt.)
After Donatello spoke, he didn’t receive any response.
“Sai?”
Donatello, frowning with a wine glass in hand, turned around.
And then, when he turned, he discovered that the superexpert his father had arranged for him was actually…
His body was trembling slightly.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Even though he was wearing a suit, but still wrapped in a black headscarf, Sai gripped his face with both hands, buried his head down, and his body shook uncontrollably, the tremors growing more violent.
It wasn’t until Donatello asked that the shaking momentarily ceased, then Sai’s chest heaved once, and he lifted his head.
At that moment, even Donatello felt a chill creep up his spine.
Sai’s eyes had turned completely blood red, and if biological genetic technology hadn’t yet made such hybridization possible, one might mistake him for a vampire, or perhaps a berserk werewolf.
“Young Master… I truly thank you for letting me discover the most interesting thing until now.”
Sai’s voice was low and eerie.
The most interesting thing? Donatello felt like this subordinate’s mind might be a bit off.
“It seems I have found someone of my kind…” A smile crept across Sai’s face, which appeared forced and unnatural.
“Someone of your kind, who? Could it be~” Even Donatello didn’t know Sai’s true and detailed origin; he only knew that Sai came from a sparsely populated but incredibly brutal alien race.
As for why his father had encountered Sai and brought him under his command, that was unknown.
“It’s that kid; there’s no mistake about the aura on his body. It’s rare to encounter such a naturally born alien. If I kill him, my High Tier Hunter trial will be utterly complete.”
Sai muttered inexplicable things, but one phrase tightened Donatello’s heart.
Was he implying Mu Fan was an alien?
That boy wasn’t a Federation human!
The scent of blood on Sai was getting stronger. If he were to rage in this place, things would indeed get out of hand.
“Rein it in!” Donatello commanded sharply.
Sai’s neck twitched, his blood-red eyes glanced at Donatello, and finally, realizing the current occasion, he lowered his head again to resume his indifferent bodyguard demeanor.
Donatello glanced around; the others he brought along encircled them, no strangers came in, and no one seemed to notice what was happening here.
“Did you hear my question?”
“Certainty? That would only be known after a real fight. But I am a born Hunter.” As Sai spoke, a bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his eyes once more.
To kill the offspring of a rare species, to complete the High Tier Hunter trial, I could finally end this wandering and return to my kin.
The scent on that boy, no doubt, was that of an alien from memory. Correct!
“If that’s the case, after the banquet ends, I will create an opportunity for you.” Narrowing his eyes toward the door leading to the outdoor terrace, a sharp glint appeared in Donatello’s eyes.
Although the course of events was a bit unexpected, the outcome had exceeded his expectations.
Because Solomon’s slaughter of his stronghold seemed to somehow lighten his mood.
Raising his wine glass, Donatello resumed his warm smile as he noticed the Lin brothers, Lin Wu and Lin An.
…
On the outdoor terrace of Villa No.1, there were quite a few people out for fresh air; it was now evening, and overlooking Star Moon Lake from the terrace made for a different kind of scenery.
The servers darted between the guests, passing out sweets and drinks to those engaged in conversation.
Mu Fan and his companions chose a spot by the terrace railing. Jika had also finally explained his situation.
Dark Point Commerce’s interstellar trade routes often passed through inhospitable lands; they traded Federation goods with various native planets in the Outer Domain Galaxy, and they also did business with the numerous fortresses along the borders of the Federation Empire.
His requirements for Mechas didn’t need to be intricate; what he needed were truly strong defense and easy maintenance. With his caravan set to depart from the Space Port soon, he was so eager that he would add 10% to the price just to secure this batch of Mechas.
Jika occasionally asked detailed questions about Mechas, and Mu Fan always provided the most precise answers that Jika wanted to hear.
This made the bearded businessman laugh heartily, clearly very satisfied.
No one knew that a charming blond young man with a captivating smile, casually clinking glasses, was making his way nonchalantly toward them.
The high-stemmed glass in his hand always contained swaying ice wine. Each time he clinked glasses with someone and laughed, he would begin searching for the next person to greet.
The back of the girl in the light yellow dress was getting closer and closer. The boy beside her was sitting right there; had he moved closer?
Rupert’s eyes narrowed slightly. This kid had managed to provoke both Rong Cheng and Donatello; he had to admit that he was a master of courting death.
After lightly clinking glasses with a beautiful lady, he grabbed a glass of red wine from the tray and filled his high-stemmed glass with a guzzle.
The red liquid became fragrant and lively at that moment. Rupert’s attention was no longer on the men and women coming to greet him; instead, his eyes were fixed on the corner not far ahead, as if he wanted to go there to enjoy the view.
The three people were still talking, and no one seemed to notice him.
With a rakish expression, Rupert looked like just another guest at the banquet. Then, when he got about five meters behind the talking group, he subtly adjusted his steps, his hand casually lifting.
“Oops.”
Rupert stumbled, and his whole body pitched forward, accidentally bumping into a waiter holding a platter.
With a flick of his wrist, the red wine from the high-stemmed glass splashed out, the liquid moving several times faster than normal.
However, everyone only noticed the staggering Rupert and failed to see that the wine’s splashing speed was unusually rapid.
The glass of red wine was hurled directly toward…
Wang Nuonuo!
Yes, that was Rupert’s clever trick.
Throwing wine directly at someone who might be a master was provocation.
But what if he accidentally knocked over the glass and spilled it on his female companion?
From this distance, even if you reacted, you couldn’t pull the girl out of the way, could you?
So how could he prevent the wine from spilling on the beautiful woman?
The only option was to block it with his own body.
Thus, both the opportunity to hit on her and the chance to lose face flawlessly presented themselves.
“Regarding the armor of the Extreme Special Soldier, after my live combat tests…”
Mu Fan had only spoken halfway when his eyes suddenly widened, and his right hand struck the chair with a palm, causing him to bounce instantly from his seat.
A figure flashed behind Wang Nuonuo.
Splash~~
The large splash of red wine spilled unreservedly onto Mu Fan, thoroughly soaking half of his suit worth a hundred thousand.
“Ah!?”
Only then did Wang Nuonuo react, but when she turned her head, she saw the scene of Mu Fan spreading his arms to protect her.
Drip, drip, the red wine trickled down the hem of his clothes to the ground; Mu Fan’s back was already soaked.
“Ah, I’m really sorry, I just tripped. This gentleman’s suit is soaked through, and I feel terrible about it. Let me take you to get a change of jacket. Luckily it didn’t spill on this beautiful miss. I, Rupert, am willing to compensate for this incident.”
Rupert spoke with a charming smile, and though his mouth uttered apologies, the smile seemed somewhat misplaced.
“How can you walk like that!”
Wang Nuonuo stood up, saw Mu Fan’s back was wet, and immediately spoke angrily.
“Beautiful miss, it’s really that your backdrop was too attractive. I wasn’t watching my step and tripped unintentionally.” Raising his hands with a penitent look, Rupert silently thought to himself: The prey enters the pot.
However, at that moment, the boy inside his heart, brimming with endless jokes, casually took off his market-bought coat.
Looking at Rupert, dressed like a wealthy young master, Mu Fan spoke indifferently, “Just now, that was on purpose.”
When he spoke, the small area around them seemed to freeze for a moment.
The waiters hustling to their feet opened their mouths in surprise, while Jika’s eyes showed extreme interest as he watched the scene intently.
“Ha-ha, the gentleman must be joking, right? I really did stumble. I’ve already apologized, and I’m willing to compensate, so how can you say that?”
An innocent-faced Rupert spread his hands, instantly eliciting sympathetic gazes from those around him.
He laughed inwardly, playing fools like these who were dreaded by the heirs of two great houses; now weren’t they being toyed by him, Rupert?
“The speed the red wine was thrown was three times the normal speed──you did it on purpose.”
Mu Fan tossed his dampened clothes aside, fully turned to look at the young man with the charming smile, his gaze steady.